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The Body in the Library

Chapter 5
    St Mary Mead was having the most exciting morning it had known for a long time.
    Miss Wetherby, a long-nosed, acidulated spinster, was the first to spread the intoxicating information. She dropped in upon her friend and neighbour Miss Hartnell.
    “Forgive my coming so early, dear, but I thought perhaps you mightn't have heard the news.”
    “What news?” demanded Miss Hartnell. She had a deep bass voice and visited the poor indefatigably, however hard they tried to avoid her ministrations.
    “About the body of a young woman that was found this morning in Colonel Bantry's library.”
    “In Colonel Bantry's library?”
    “Yes. Isn't it terrible?”
    “His poor wife!” Miss Hartnell tried to disguise her deep and ardent pleasure.
    “Yes, indeed. I don't suppose she had any idea.”
    Miss Hartnell observed censoriously, “She thought too much about her garden and not enough about her husband. You've got to keep an eye on a man all the time, all the time,” repeated Miss Hartnell fiercely.
    “I know. I know. It's really too dreadful.”
    “I wonder what Jane Marple will say? Do you think she knew anything about it? She's so sharp about these things.”
    “Jane Marple has gone up to Gossington.” “What? This morning?” “Very early. Before breakfast.”
    “But really! I do think - well, I mean, I think that is carrying things too far. We all know Jane likes to poke her nose into things, but I call this indecent!”
    “Oh, but Mrs Bantry sent for her.”
    “Mrs Bantry sent for her?”
    “Well, the car came. With Muswell driving it.”
    “Dear me. How very peculiar.”
    They were silent a minute or two, digesting the news.
    “Whose body?” demanded Miss Hartnell.
    “You know that dreadful woman who comes down with Basil Blake?”
    “That terrible peroxide blonde?” Miss Hartnell was slightly behind the times. She had not yet advanced from peroxide to platinum. “The one who lies about in the garden with practically nothing on?”
    “Yes, my dear. There she was on the hearth rug strangled!”
    “But what do you mean - at Gossington?”
    Miss Wetherby nodded with infinite meaning.
    “Then Colonel Bantry too -”
    Again Miss Wetherby nodded.
    “Oh!”
    There was a pause as the ladies savoured this new addition to village scandal.
    “What a wicked woman!” trumpeted Miss Hartnell with righteous wrath. “Quite, quite abandoned, I'm afraid!”
    “And Colonel Bantry such a nice quiet man...”
    Miss Wetherby said zestfully, “Those quiet ones are often the worst. Jane Marple always says so.”

The Body in the Library
    II
    Mrs Price Ridley was among the last to hear the news. A rich and dictatorial widow, she lived in a large house next door to the vicarage. Her informant was her little maid, Clara.
    “A woman, you say, Clara? Found dead on Colonel Bantry's hearth rug?”
    “Yes, mam. And they say, mam, as she hadn't anything on at all, mam not a stitch!”
    “That will do, Clara. It is not necessary to go into details.”
    “No, mam, and they say, mam, that at first they thought it was Mr Blake's young lady what comes down for the weekends with 'im to Mr Booker's new 'ouse. But now they say it's quite a different young lady. And the fishmonger's young man, he says he'd never have believed it of Colonel Bantry not with him handing round the plate on Sundays and all.”
    “There is a lot of wickedness in the world, Clara,” said Mrs Price Ridley. “Let this be a warning to you.”
    “Yes, mam. Mother, she never will let me take a place where there's a gentleman in the 'ouse.”
    “That will do, Clara,” said Mrs Price Ridley.
    Ill
    It was only a step from Mrs Price Ridley's house to the vicarage.
    Mrs Price Ridley was fortunate enough to find the vicar in his study.
    The vicar, a gentle, middle-aged man was always the last to hear anything.
    “Such a terrible thing,” said Mrs Price Ridley, panting a little because she